A renowned ancient physician transmigrates into the body of an abandoned woman, only to be sold off

Song Zhili took out the Ganoderma lucidum and handed it over. The young shop assistant took the Ganoderma lucidum and examined it carefully.

"Young lady, this Ganoderma lucidum looks to be about fifty years old. I can't make that decision myself. Could you wait here for a moment and I'll go and call our manager out?"

Song Zhili nodded. She hadn't expected the shop assistant to have such sharp eyes. He could tell the age of the Ganoderma lucidum with just a few glances. She had to admire him.

Song Zhili waited outside for a while, and then an old man with white hair came out from the back door of the pharmacy. "Shopkeeper, this is the Ganoderma lucidum that this young lady brought over. Take a look, I think it is about fifty years old. Please check if I am right."

The young shop assistant respectfully handed the Ganoderma lucidum from the counter to the old man.

The old man took the Ganoderma lucidum, glanced at it, and nodded affirmatively. "Hmm, this is indeed a fifty-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. Young Zhuang, not bad, you've made progress recently."

The old man praised the young shop assistant, then looked at Song Zhili and said, "Young lady, this Ganoderma lucidum is fifty years old. If you want to sell it, I will give you one hundred taels of silver."

Song Zhili thought for a moment and realized that one hundred taels seemed like a lot. She nodded and pointed to the other herbs in the basket, saying, "Shopkeeper, would you buy these herbs?"

The old man followed the direction she was pointing and saw that the basket was full of dandelions. He nodded and said, "I'll buy these too, but they're only 2 coins a pound. If you want to sell them, I'll have my assistant weigh them for you."

Song Zhili nodded, not caring how many copper coins she was given; her main purpose today was to sell this Ganoderma lucidum.

"Okay, let's sell them together then. By the way, shopkeeper, could you give me some loose change for the hundred taels you gave me later?"

She wanted to use the silver to buy land, and it was more convenient to use loose silver.

"OK."

As he spoke, the old man put away the Ganoderma lucidum on the table.

"Manager Liu, these dandelions weigh exactly two jin."

Xiao Zhuang weighed the herbs in Song Zhili's basket, and they weighed exactly two jin (1 kg).

Manager Liu nodded, took out one hundred taels of silver from the counter, and four copper coins, and placed them on the counter together.

"Girl, please click."

Song Zhili stepped forward and, without counting, put the silver into her purse. In reality, she had put all the silver into her spatial storage space, as nowhere was as safe as her space.

"Thank you, Manager Liu. I'll be going now."

As she spoke, Song Zhili slung her empty basket over her shoulder and headed outside. She was going to meet up with Song Zidong and then buy more grain and vegetables.

When He Chengjing came yesterday, he brought two more rabbits, so she just needed to buy some more meat to make minced meat.

Song Zidong saw Song Zhili at the entrance of the pharmacy and hurriedly ran up to her. "Little sister, you're here! I've been looking for you for ages. What are you doing at the pharmacy? Are you feeling unwell?"

Song Zidong looked Song Zhili up and down, but couldn't tell that she was in any discomfort.

"Oh, no, I just came to sell the herbs I picked. Let's go buy some meat."

Hearing Song Zhili say that she was not feeling unwell, Song Zidong was relieved and followed her to the butcher shop.

When the butcher saw them arrive, he happily picked up a piece of pork belly and handed it to them.

"Young Master Song, you've arrived! Look, I've saved you a very fine piece of meat today."

Song Zidong came to buy this meat every day. The owner of the butcher shop was a smart man. He knew that Song Zidong was a big customer, so he reserved the best meat for him every day.

"Haha, thank you. Okay, you can wrap this piece of meat up for me."

Song Zidong smiled and then took out the copper coins for buying meat from his purse.

Song Zhili noticed some pork bones and a basket of pig offal. She felt it was a waste, especially the small intestine, which could be made into a delicious medicinal dish with some herbs.

"Boss, are you selling these?"

The butcher followed Song Zhili's finger and saw that she was pointing to the pig offal next to her. He shook his head and said, "Miss Song, I usually take this pig offal home to feed my dogs. It's not tasty."

Hearing this, Song Zhili couldn't help but twitch her lips. "I'll take all of these. Pack them up for me. And those bone marrow, I'll take those too. Pack them up as well."

When Song Zidong saw Song Zhili asking for the pig offal, he tugged at her sleeve, hesitated, and finally whispered in her ear, "Little sister, this pig offal isn't tasty, and it has a very strong smell."

The butcher also heard Song Zidong's words and added, "Yes, Miss Song, this isn't very tasty. If you really want it, I'll give it to you for free."

"Okay, wrap it up."

Seeing that Song Zhili was still determined to have these, Song Zidong shut his mouth and stopped trying to persuade her. After the shopkeeper packed the meat, he took it and paid with copper coins.

Afterwards, they bought some more grain before heading back. Now that there were more people to feed at home, the grain would be gone in a few days. Moreover, things were different from before. In the past, they would only eat until they were half full, but now Song Zhili made sure they were full.

When the two returned home, Song Zhili asked Song Zidong to take all the things they had bought back first, while she followed Song Feng to their house.

Song Feng led the cow to the cowshed, and then took Song Zhili into the courtyard. As soon as they entered the courtyard, Song Feng shouted loudly, "Grandpa, are you there?"

Hearing the noise, the village chief came out of the house and saw Song Feng returning with Song Zhili. He looked at the two of them with a puzzled expression and said, "Da Ya, you're here. Song Fang went to your house and isn't home right now."

The village chief thought Song Zhili had come to see Song Fang.

"Grandpa Village Chief, I'm not here to see Song Fang, I'm here to see you. I want to buy a few acres of land. Grandpa Village Chief, is there any land left in the village?"

When Song Zhili mentioned wanting to buy land, the village chief was taken aback. "There is some, but now all that's left is some uncultivated land. Do you want that?"

Song Zhili thought for a moment. She wanted to build a fishpond. Whether or not the land was cleared was not important. The main thing was to check the location of the land. "Grandpa Village Chief, could you take me to see the location of these plots? Are there any plots that are close to a water source?"

The village chief thought for a moment and nodded. "There are a few places that are close to the water source, but the land near the water source is more expensive. Let me take you to see them first."